Once I got him in my bedroom, I sat down on the edge of my bed, crossed my left leg over my right while he stood there, and slipped those sandals off. He looked down at my red pedicured pretty feet and then back up again at my eyes and I just smiled but didn’t say a word. Then I leaned down, showing quite a bit of cleavage, and started to rub my left foot without taking my eyes off of him. He immediately offered to “do that for me” just like I knew he would and I just leaned back and enjoyed this hot guy, on his knees, rubbing my feet, softly, slowly and sensually. I told him to do my ankles and rub around my achilles after that and to keep on going up my calves, explaining that I had a long weekend, even though he had never seen me do anything other than relax and he was the one who obviously worked out his legs and feet everyday when he went jogging. I love irony like that!

Once he had worked his hands halfway up my toned thighs, I stopped him and slid up onto my bed and turned over onto my tummy without a word and he just started to rub my ass and up my back just like a professional masseur. I was enjoying it so much and I knew he was really hoping that this was going to end in a great deal more than a therapeutic massage and that he was going to continue to make it a great rubdown with the hope that I would be turned on by it all. Either way, he was getting even hotter for me just by getting to touch my hot MILF body all over like that. Once he had finished with my neck and shoulders, I turned over to face him and simply said, “time to do my front”.

I had predicted, in my mind, that he was going to approach me the next day and I totally nailed the excuse that he ended up having to talk to me again. I was sitting out on my porch, with my robe very loosely hanging off of my shoulders, sipping some tea and reading the paper, but I refused to look up at him even as I heard him huffing up the sidewalk. Then I acted surprised to see him, we exchanged “good mornings”, and he stammered through some small talk, distracted by a full-on look at my panties and bra, on the way to his big line. He asked me to let him know if I needed any work done around the house or on my property, telling me he was very handy. It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes since I just knew he was going to say that.

That’s when I let him know, with the bat of my eyelashes and an innocent smile, that my husband was often gone and that I would certainly take him up on that, but I didn’t allude to anything current. He then started looking around, trying to find something that needed work, but the lawn had just been cut and the hedges were recently trimmed. I could tell he was desperate to help himself by helping me, lol, but he could find nothing, so I finally put my hand on his knee and told him that I would really try hard to find something for him to do.

Immediately, the goosebumps popped up on his skin and his cock got rock hard and he blushed and stuttered his acknowledgement. I told him to have a great day, he reciprocated, and then tripped down the stairs and barely stayed on his feet as the image of my curling red-painted toes kept him from looking forward before he lurched down the sidewalk. I had to stifle a hearty laugh and just waved bye to him with a flirty knowing look on my face. This guy was just about at the breaking point and I had him right where I wanted him.

I thought it was about time I told all you money piggies how much I enjoy using your wallets and pathetic little cocks for My pleasure. Just because I am a horny slut wife sometimes doesn’t mean that just any of you are worthy of My wet pink pussy. I know how much you tiny-dicked little weaklings need to hear My sexy voice and feel My powerful intelligence to remind you, ever so sensually, how inadequate you are and how completely above you I am. Remember, I have an unbelievably handsome husband with a huge cock and I pick and choose My sexual conquests when he is gone for too long. The rest of you just need to call and feel My control.

The weaker you are, the stronger I get. That’s how it works, cash sluts. It’s only natural that you would call and beg to give Me your money, over and over again, and keep adding money to your accounts, because I am like a She-wolf and you are My prey. I will devour you alive while you beg for more and more humiliation, getting so turned on by My evil laugh and deviously cutting, ultra-hot voice. I especially love My younger wallet slaves because they understand that a woman like Me, with My incredible sexual experience, knows just how to get inside their minds and wrap their dainty dicks around My powerful pinky and not let go.

I am to be obeyed and paid and you will dream of what it must be like to see Me getting laid, as if you would ever be so lucky to be anywhere but under My feet taking a cum shot in your nasty little mouth. Pay up, bitch, and beg Mistress Diana for MORE!!!

There is nothing more beautiful than the shape of a hot woman’s legs. Mine are perfectly toned, sprouting up from cute feet, and form a pretty platform for my round sweet ass cheeks. I paint my toes a beautiful blood red so that you can see them through the black sheer stockings that I smooth on to my calves and up over my knees, ending with a bit of elegant lace mid-thigh. Six-inch heels accentuate my calf muscles just enough to weaken the men I walk by. Go ahead and stare. I would and do when I see another woman who has gams like mine. I swear that my legs have a power that demands worship and you will be happy to start kissing at my toes and working your way up, that is, if I let you.

I love crossing my legs at the knee and letting one of my black pumps dangle off of my toes. I also love to slightly hike up my skirt and step one shoe onto a chair to pull up my stockings by the lace at the top. Even touching my legs with my red fingernails, starting at the ankle and moving up past the knee, brings me a great deal of pleasure. Just seeing another hot woman doing any of these things can make my panties quite wet and, let me tell you, more than a few lesbian liaisons have begun with these sorts of subtle leg seduction.

The power of my legs’ beauty will bring many men and women to their knees and I love looking at down at my sweet slaves, knowing that they quiver inside as my womanly hips sway at their eye level, supported by such heavenly limbs. My legs will ensure your continued desire to worship my body from toe to head and back down again. Why resist it? You may become my lover, my cuckold, or my begging pet just from one glance at my legs, standing, walking, or relaxing as I sit. You need to touch them and I understand that very well because I love the way the feel everyday when I roll on my thigh-highs.